Midnight Rendezvous
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Human Torch!Reader
Tags: Fluff, Slow Burn, Emotional Suppression, Soft Moments
Word count: 1,150
Summary: Quite late night encounters bring Reader and Wanda closer together
A/N: Hey guys! Itâs certainly been awhile, I started this but never really finished so this is what I think is presentable right now lol. Thanks for all of your feedback! Enjoy!
The compound is quiet as I lean against the kitchen countertop. A late night bowl of cereal in hand as I take in the tranquility. Since joining the Avengers, everything has been so fast paced and busy. Hardly much time to be alone unless Iâm in my room or doing training modules. The team has been welcoming, itâs not everyday a top SHEILD agent gets powers, and itâs even more crazy that I am now immune to fire. Thor calls me the human torch but I think thatâs a silly name.
I continue to munch on my bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch when I hear the faint sound of a door opening. Light footsteps slowly make their way towards me. The smell of her shampoo wafts into the room before she appears, her bright red hair pulling me into her green eyes when she finally steps in. âItâs late, whatâs got you still up?â She asks, pulling out a mug from the cabinet as she prepares to make tea.
âI like the silence, it feels like everything slows down at night. I can focus better. Besides,â I grab the tea that was hiding behind me and hand it to her, âI can ask the same of you.â
She frowns, âI uhâŚcouldnât sleep.â She looks away from me, her eyes focused on the water as she waits for it to boil. Her fingers tapping on the rim of the mug with impatience.
âAre youâŚokay, Wanda? Do you need to talk about i-â
âIâm fine.â She cuts me off quickly, eyes never leaving the still water. Her tense shoulders rising even higher. I donât respond to her right way, instead letting her words linger in the silence of the room.
âWell, when youâre not fineâŚIâm all ears.â I drink the last of the milk in my bowl and quickly wash it out. I feel her eyes watching me as I move around the kitchen. Every movement is meticulously surveillanced. I finally pause in front of her, our eyes locking as I take in the state of her exhaustion. Her eyes are red, her hair sticks to her forehead, evident with sweat. I know sheâs not fine but I donât push it, instead I wrap my hand around the water pot and use my powers to bring it to a boil. âGood night Wanda,â I state as I leave her alone in the kitchen.
A week goes by before I catch Wanda in the kitchen again. I get up in the middle of the night for my midnight cereal. As I step into the kitchen, Iâm stunned to see Wanda standing with her hands firmly wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. Hair tied up in a messy bun as she stands with her oversized band shirt on, Led Zeppelin. Our eyes lock together, surprise evident on my face, âfor once you beat me here, I didnât expect that.â
âI hope Iâm not in your way,â she says sheepishly, âI know you like your quiet.â
âYouâre fine, certainly not in my way,â I pour the cereal into my bowl before pouring the milk in, âbesidesâŚIâll make an exception for you anyway.â She sends me a smile over her mug, âstill couldnât sleep huh?â
âNope,â she says bluntly.
âAre you ever going to tell me why?â
âNope.â She pops.
âFigured.â She sips on her tea as I eat my bowl in conjoined silence, the faint buzzing of the kitchen light the only sound that fills the room. âHow come you donât conjure up a cup of tea with your magic, why do you always make it by hand?â
âThe tea doesnât taste the same, it tastes like residual magic.â She says.
âWhat does magic taste like?â I chuckle, sipping on my remaining milk.
âYou know what pop rocks are?â I nod, âit tastes like pop rocks and dirt.â
I laugh at her description, âoh come on it canât be that bad. I remember pop rocks being pretty good when I had them.â I clean my bowl and lean against the counter next to her.
âProbably cause they were filled with sugar and artificial flavors,â she elbows my side, the corners of her eye crinkling with her smile, âyouâll just have to experience it yourself.â
âWell then, I look forward to our next midnight rendezvous,â I give her a light tap on the shoulder, âgoodnight Wanda.â
âGoodnight Y/N.â
A few more days go by before I make my midnight walk from my room to the kitchen. The kitchen light is already on by time I make it to the hallway, indicating that Wanda beat me again. I walk into the kitchen to find Wanda leaning against the counter with her tea, a bowl and a box of cereal sitting next to her.
âTook you long enough, I was beginning to think I would spend tonight alone.â She quips.
âNo way, you promised me magic cereal and Iâve been dying to taste it.â I sit on top of the counter top across from her, my legs swinging in the open space.
âAlright fine,â with a wave of her hand a pristine bowl of cereal appears, looking like it was plucked out of a commercial. She hands it to me across the empty space and I eagerly take it, using the spoon to push some of the cereal under the milk before taking my first bite. She watches my face expectantly, waiting for my reaction.
âOhâŚoh noâŚâ my face contorts in disgust as I slowly chew, âthe tingling is certainly like pop rocks.â I jump off the counter and spit out the remnants in the trash, Wanda laughs as she watches me.
âI tried to tell you, maybe next time you should put your listening ears on,â she mocks as she makes the bowl of magic cereal disappear.
âListen witchy,â she raises her eyebrow at the nickname, âI wasnât not listening, I just had a hypothesis that I wanted to check out.â I grab the normal cereal and milk and quickly make myself a bowl.
âSo your defense is that you chose to ignore me?â She questions as she tilts her head.
âNooo, how could I ever ignore you,â I pointed my spoon at her before taking a bite of my new cereal, âmore like⌠selective hearing.â
She chuckles, âwhatever you say weirdo,â she finishes her tea, staring at the empty mug as she runs her fingers through her hair. She taps the rim with her finger as she contemplates her next move. âI better get off to bed now.â
âLeaving so soon, and here I thought we were bonding, witchy.â She shoots me a glare before rolling her eyes, shaking her head as a small smile creeps on her face.
âDonât push it there pyro, goodnight Y/N.â She turns and starts walking out of the kitchen.
âGoodnight Wanda, get some rest.â
âIâll certainly try.â












